Page 44 of Twisted Little Thing

"Eyes on me!" he hisses.

Damn. Why can't I even remember the simplest things he tells me to do?

"Yes, Sir," I say yet again, as I raise my eyes to find his.

I clumsily fiddle with the buttons on his pants, trying my best to do this as quickly as possible.

Luckily, I prove myself to be more talented at this than I thought, and am able to free his erection swiftly.

"Very good girl," he praises me as I gently wrap my tied up hands around his girth. He is rock hard.

"Now, you may play with it," he says. "But don't you dare take your eyes off of mine for even a second. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," I breathe.

I cast him a naughty smile as I bend forward and gently start to lick the tip of his erection. His eyes flicker even at the slightest touch of my tongue, and he moans when I take my first taste of him.

Seeing his imminent reactions like this gives me an immense feeling of power. I open my mouth and slowly, very slowly, lean forward to take him in. He is quivering with anticipation, the pleasurable torture enhanced by my build-up, and I know he is not going to let it last much longer. I will need to increase the speed and intensity soon before he is the one who takes over control again by pushing me at the back of my head.

Right now, I am in charge. At his mercy, of course. But still I am the one who is on the giving side. And I am enjoying it far too much.

His moans grow louder as I wrap my lips around his hard cock and start sucking on it. Because I am all too aware of his impatience and the short amount of time given to me to do this, I make sure to accelerate my motions. I take him in deeper with every movement back and forth, sucking and worshiping him. My tongue travels along the lower side of his shaft, always making sure that I don't forget about his most sensitive spot close to the tip.

He closes his eyes and moves his hips forward in a sudden, unexpected move that makes me gag when his erection hits the back of my throat. His size is impressive to begin with, but right now I feel as if he is growing even bigger between my lips.

"Get up!" he orders. "Now!"

I instantly stop what I am doing and rise to my feet, which is surprisingly hard when your hands are tied together.

He helps me by basically pulling me up at my wrists.

Without saying another word, he takes a step aside and pushes me closer to the window. I want to protest, but instead I find myself leaning forward, supporting myself with a window handle as he quickly ties my hands around it. Below me, I can see the city's rush hour traffic. Street lights will be turned on soon, as the sun is beginning to set over the city. I scan the windows of other buildings around us, most of them offices that are – hopefully – empty by now. But just as he said, most of the windows are reflecting too much for me to really see anything behind them.

He bends me over a little more, pushing his hand on my lower back and reaching between my legs, signaling me to lift up my ass.

"Remember, this is for me," he says. "You should do your best to look pretty for your Sir, don't you think?"

"Yes, Sir," I breathe, intoxicated with arousal, even though he keeps talking to me as if I was his possession.

I arch my back and lift up my ass as best as I can, knowing that it looks a lot prettier this way, even though it strains my back, especially because my hands are now above my head, the knots fastened around the handle.

My tied hands are now my only source for support and stability. It puts a lot of stress on my wrists as I hang onto the handle, trying to please him.

But all of that is forgotten when I can feel the tip of his cock teasing my entrance. I catch myself leaning backwards, arching my back even further as my entire body begs for him to fuck me.

I can hear him chuckle behind me.

"Good girl," he says, still teasing me. "My girl."

I yelp when he shoves himself inside me with one single thrust. Every cock feels a lot bigger in doggy style position, but I have never felt this stretched before. Pain and excitement form a terrific team as he starts fucking me.

He goes deep and rough from the beginning, foregoing any kind of easing in to it or giving me a chance to adjust to his remarkable size.

"You're so tight," he comments. "And so fucking wet!"

I blush. He grabs me at my hips, granting him even more control and giving way to deeper and stronger shoves. The rope around my wrists cuts into my flesh. It hurts, but the pain only increases the pleasure.

I feel confined, at his mercy.

Owned.

I have never felt a stronger sense of belonging than what I am feeling now as Evan brutally fucks me from behind. The skin on my wrists feels more and more tortured as I lay eyes on a city far below me getting ready for after work relaxation.

And maybe some of those who are not on their way yet can actually see me. Maybe there are people over there who are dreamily staring out their windows and what they see is a naked woman who is tied up and leaning against the window getting fucked mercilessly.

As much as it frightened me at first, now the thought excites me. I actually hope there is someone out there whose eyes are glued on me.

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